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i'm so tired to run on this dark way
everywhere i turn i see no good escape
it's all black and i cant see the light
that could help me out to make my fuckin life right
it's so hard to see through the fog
i'm walking on blinded against the walls
every solution seems a fuckin complication
and start to rain on me these tears of frustration

i cant stand anymore this endless way
with no exit at all, i'm sick of this fuckin pressure
i'm sick of looking for an exit
every way i take it just hurts, and doesnt lead anywhere,
i'm sick of these fuckin walls
bricking up every fuckin door

many ways to take but no way to choose
i cant see what i would gain or loose
so i hit the road just following the istinct
ignoring what i will be missing
i'd rather going nowhere than being stuck at the point
where i wonder how the fuck do i go on without a choice
avoiding the only lighted way
full of dirt, where everything is false

but that's too easy, not for me
it's a one way street to conformity
where you see everything but not behind it

and the doors open ways to mediocracy

Track Name: Wanted Dead

this loss of words has to fuckin end
my hate and anger i cant stand
cause i cant take anymore what's everyday in the news
they are the ones who light on my fuse

visual messages on tv screen
brought to you by icons of inequality
stereotyped the image of their body
as objects and toys for pleasure of the boys
instilling in this fucked up society
sexist views and male supremacy
and even (some of) the victims dont see what's evident
women's mind seems to be irrelevant

mistreatment and domestic violence
fear to have a say, it's all kept in silence
beaten and trapped in a cage called home
oppressed repressed controlled and abused
there's a no hope wall built up in the head
called submission where they've been led
self blamed and ashamed to feel wrong
but those are feelings they don't belong

the sound of steps and shades in the dark
wet crying eyes and screams through the park
break the silence of a city in the fog
but the wounds and sorrow will be left in the smog
as the article stays on newspapers' page
the rapist in six months will be back to rape
so the victim got no excuse no justice no peace
and will live in fear again and again

we want to see you bleed WANTED DEAD
we want to see you suffer WANTED DEAD
we want to see you die
We want you dead

Track Name: Nothing to Blame

Precarious balance on the edge of a war
Unbearable anger drags to a dead weight fall
a cognition decay, mental disarray
Prone to destroy everything on its way
Am I going insane?
Charges of blood overflow my brain
I feel the heat is coming up
Broken knuckles will turn off the rush

sometimes i feel like i can face an army
but inside im weak like an iceberg in flames
a cold soul cant stand a mass on fire
im melting down as hopes fade
what's to come after this?
will i crash my head into nothing again?
I have too many questions
and nothing to blame

no one else can help it's all up to me
but what can be done if what's taking over is insanity?
empty thoughts fill up my mind
and let impulses prevail all the way
what's to come after this?
will i crash my head into nothing again?
or will i find a solution
to this lack of cognition?

I shat pills that made harder the struggle
Then drowned my sanity in empty bottles
To let violence rise and set me free from this
But pain wasnt a way to disarm the sorrow
I haven't found any way yet
Any way to escape this mess
But I won't wait and let fate in control
This is my life and is my role